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I rarely get nightmares anymore; I’m so tired these days that once I zonk out, I’m out for the night and my dreams are lost to the hours. However, just in time for Halloween, I had one incredibly strange nightmare that makes up for my lack of dream remembering.

A description of this dream requires that you promise not to mock me for all eternity.

The long story short: I dreamt that John McCain was holding me and my friends prisoner in a supermarket.

My imagination is so weird sometimes, I swear.

I don’t remember the specifics of this dream, just that I woke up really, really scared of being physically hurt or attacked by John McCain. I remember the fluorescent lights, the produce aisle, wandering around trying to find my friends to figure out an escape plan, seeing John McCain standing at the door and trying to avoid being caught. I woke up and had to remember where I was, and that there was no possibility that John McCain would be in my room.

I truly wish I remembered more about this wacko dream. However, I’m pretty sure that it came from seeing the movie W. earlier that night with my sister and my friends. The movie characterizes the Bush administration as greedy and calculatingly evil (even if the movie doesn’t portray Mr. Bush as evil, necessarily, but that’s another blog post). Condoleeza Rice and Dick Cheney are singled out by Oliver Stone as being particularly awful people who we, as the American people, have every right to fear. The fact that I had this dream on this night isn’t surprising to me.

The supermarket part of the dream continues to perplex me, except that I readily acknowledge that my shopping trips to the D’Agostino that I frequent tend to stress me out. The checkout lines make me so annoyed (I just want to get out of here!!!)

Any Freudians out there who would care to analyze my dream, feel free to have a ball (no Freudian slip intended). I think the dream shows how much this election is intrinsically frightening me.